Dear Ms Smith,
Mary Anne Judson has an idyllic country life, except perhaps that her Uncle Edwin is of a casually larcenous nature. When he liberates an abandoned–and smuggled–cargo of fine silk and finds himself pursued by the handsome London draper, Mr. Robertson, life becomes rather hectic. And Mary Anne suspects there is more to the stylish draper than meets the eye.
Readers who are sick of reading about London Seasons and how to properly address an Viscount’s second son should check into your books. Several of the ones I’ve read have been set in the country or in towns other than London. I get tired of the seeming belief that there was only one city in all of England during the Regency era.
Mr. Robertson is a hero with a secret –
One thing that caught my eye and made me think was the sly take on the “made” vulgar Vulch family vs the aristocratic one of Uncle Edmund and Mary Anne. I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with the Vulches being put down just because they’re not “Quality” while Edmund gets away with almost anything with the implication that it’s okay because he has a pedigree. I had this same problem but to a much greater extent with Heyer’s “These Old Shades.” And while this is a nice enough book, it’s not as bitingly funny as other books.
So I liked it but I didn’t love it. I enjoyed reading it but it’ll be a long time before I’d read it again. C+